We visited my husband at Lexington FMC.
After a series of tests and playing a waiting game, he has been informed that he has a tumor in his stomach.
It seems he is just going to have to live with it until March. Since he is due to get out then, I honestly dont think they want to bother with what could be intensive healthcare.
I love him and am extremely concerned. Zac didn't even want to tell me because he knew how upset and worried I would be.
I feel helpless. Fight, fight...what can we do?
On a lighter note, his nickname in there is Fat Jesus. And, also, I think he's looking Three Muskateeresque, or rather one...but, which one, lol!
I love you, darling. 500 pounds or 100 pounds, I see your handsome soul and heart of gold. Real love transcends the physicalities.
And, he is one totally righteous dude!!!